Retail Therapy

“When the Going gets Tough, The Tough go Shopping.”

 I have the privilege of knowing some really world-class shopaholics, and they are an amazing breed…!!!

Putting aside the bottomless resources of these people, I have observed that megashopping, however pleasurable, is still a labor-intensive activity…

Unseen Taipan.  “Shopping” on the KKR / Kravis and Blackstone / Schwarzman level [ in their heyday ].  Juan de la Cruz buys clothes and shoes, He buys conglomerates and companies.  Liquidity is never a problem.  The most recent purchase was a large corporation based in China.  He is private and low-key to the extreme.  For all the money in the world [ and perhaps to deflect the kidnapers ], the family piles into one simple vehicle wherever they go in the city.       

Oriental Publisher.  A truly rich man, he bought a major hotel, had it completely renovated from top to bottom, but keeps it closed, reserving its use solely for his private functions.  The unknown darling of the “Lladro” Porcelain Company.  He does not buy single figures, or even groups of figures.  He buys, quite literally, whole towns of “Lladro” figures.  His Collection numbers in the thousands.  But once in a while, he finds the pale colors of the porcelain quite restrained for his tastes, and has them sprayed with gold.      

Emperor Kangxi.  Shopping on a sublime level with Olympian taste.  His kind of shopping is for multimillion-peso Filipino masterpiece paintings, magnificent antique furniture, ecclesiastical and domestic gold and silver, antique ivory.  In short, Everything Filipino, the best of the best, rare, and very expensive goes to Him.

Formidable Mother.  I have written so much about her that Everyone knows for certain that She is a certified megashopper.  The very best stores in New York, London, and Paris, and even Hong Kong and Manila, are her playgrounds.  To say She has dozens of Everything is an understatement.  All sorts of precious objects, name it She has it, in multiples.  As She herself said, with a puff from her solid gold tar guard:  “The only things I haven’t shopped for are Men, but I think I should start sometime, don’t you think???”  *LOLSZ!!!*  

Sleeping Beauty.  Sleeping Beauty is No Great Beauty but She was born rich, married rich, divorced rich, remarried rich, and will in all probability die rich.  Excellent Dress Sense.  The most beautiful dresses [ needless to say the most expensive ] and the most beautiful shoes [ also the most expensive ] I have ever seen on a Filipina in Manila, barring Madame Imelda Romualdez-Marcos in her heyday, of course. 

La Donna e Mobile.  Like Sleeping Beauty, She was born rich, married rich, separated rich, and shacked up richrichrich.  Dress Sense straight from the magazine ads.  Looks like a walking “Chanel” magazine ad, actually.  Or “Dolce & Gabbana.”  Has every single thing to make one look fantastic:  All the best and the most deathly expensive clothes, shoes, and bags.  Frankly, A Looker.   

Grand Don.  He has to acquire something everyday or He will get sick.  His recently-built “Little House” in the legendary family spread sprawls over 1,000 square meters but it is still not enough to contain his myriad collections of paintings, sculpture, furniture, ecclesiastical art, silver, porcelain, crystal, and high kitsch.  

Talleyrand.  Born to Big Money, the scholarly and erudite gentleman grew up — to quote the diplomat Valentine Lawford about Baroness Pauline de Rothschild in the Library of the Chateau Mouton — ”combining luxury with learning.”  From books, he branched out to objects of historical significance, and from there to rariora that exemplifies the best of everything in the History of the Philippines.

La Duquesa.  Like Grand Don, She also has to buy something everyday or She will get sick.  Heaven have mercy on you if She takes a fancy on something you have, because She will summon Hell to get it!!!  Has the incredible gift of Serendipity:  What She wants appears out of the blue and She is able to buy, acquire, or simply grab it for herself.

Tita Fabulous.

NY Doctora.  “A Diamond a Day keeps Boredom Away” is her motto.  She is a constant presence in the jewelry stores of Manila and the jewelry salesmen are a constant presence in her home.  Has “ballroom dancing” soirees in her posh apartment so she can wear her big diamonds without fear of them falling and getting lost.  Takes her lucky dance instructors — the handsome, straight ones — on luxury Mediterranean, Aegean, and Caribbean cruises.  But no affairs — the widow is in love only with her jewelry, Euro placements, and Manhattan properties. 

Gobernadora.  She likes Everything and will buy Everything. 

Ms. Lean and Mean.

Old Guard Banker.  Belonging to a venerable Spanish mestizo family whose vast fortune [ and arts and antiques collection ] underwent the vicissitudes of time.  He buys the most beautiful and expensive Filipino colonial antiques and artifacts in an admirable effort to replace his family’s lost legacies.  It is through him that the cycle of wealth has returned to the family.

Violetta Valery.  Unlike the original “La Traviata” story, this Violetta Valery’s Alfredo Germont has provided handsomely for her.  But how long will it last???

What’s Love got to do with it?

“Pasalubong”

A lady whom we will call Ate Bining was coming back to the Philippines after 20 long and difficult years in the United States.  Day and Night, She slaved to eke out a living, doing Everything and Anything to earn Money.

Excited as She was, Ate Bining bought all the Fall clothes on sale that she could because She knew that these would be much appreciated by her family back in the Philippines.

But at the LAX Los Angeles International Airport, She was told at the Northwest Airlines counter that her baggage was grossly overweight.  An Economy Class passenger is only allowed two baggages weighing 70 lbs. each totaling 140 lbs..  Ate Bining had two baggages weighing 120 lbs. each totaling 240 lbs..  The staff at the airline counter told her to remove some of the things — 100 lbs. exactly — so that She could check-in her baggage. 

Ate Bining was not fazed.  She opened her luggage and removed the many clothes she had bought so that She could meet the weight requirement of her Economy Class ticket. 

And so there was a pile of Fall clothes in front of the airline counter.

Ate Bining thought of all her relatives in the Philippines and the Fall clothes on sale that She had bought for them…  And then She realized that while there was a baggage weight requirement, there didn’t seem to be a weight requirement for passengers … ???!!!

Slowly, Ate Bining started putting on the Fall clothes that were piled on the floor.  One after the other in fluid succession.  Until She had worn all of them.

She was as big as “Santa Claus”!!!  But She didn’t care.  All She thought of were her family in Manila.

 And that is how Ate Bining rode on the flight all the way to Manila…!!!

Truly, the Filipino is unbeatable!!!

*LOLOLOLSSSZZZZZ!!!!!!!*

  

A Very Grand Wedding in Hong Kong

It was November 1997, and all Asia was crumbling with the Great Crash.

But that didn’t stop all of us who hopped to Hong Kong for the wedding of Audrey Puckett, the particularly beautiful and intelligent great-granddaughter of former Philippine Vice-President [ Don ] Fernando Lopez, to Aaron Chiu, the handsome scion of a famous Hong Kong foreign exchange fortune.

Most of the Filipino contingent had booked at the three adjacent hotels in the Admiralty District:  The Conrad, the Island Shangri-La, and the Marriott.  And it was a group that knew one another, or at least, knew all about each other.  And for the next four days, all of them continually bumped into one another at all the posh shopping haunts and expensive restaurants of the Crown Colony.  A short distance from home, the rich Filipinos shed all inhibitions and restraint and indulged themselves with all the various pleasures that only British Hong Kong could offer and which they were deprived of in the backwash that was Manila.      

*unfinished*

The Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum in Boston

So that was her home…

“Fenway Court.”

The legendary Isabella Stewart Gardner of Boston…

It was said that when Mrs. Potter Palmer showed her dinner service of solid gold to Mrs. Gardner, the latter commented dryly:  ”Charming…But what do you do when you entertain???” 

John Singer Sargent stayed and painted there…

“El Jaleo”…

I was so glad that I saw it before the Big Theft of 1990 when so many of her priceless art treasures had been stolen…!!!

*unfinished*

The Getty Villa in Malibu

It was 1996, and in two years the museum would be transferring to the new Richard Meier-designed Getty Center high above Los Angeles…

But I was still glad that I saw the beautiful Getty Villa…

*unfinished*

Medieval Art at The Cloisters

It was not located in the chicest New York borough, but it was a beautiful place nonetheless…

*unfinished*

At the Frick

The entrance was dark…

But the more I walked through it, I began to think:  ”Gee, what a nice house!!!”

Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres’ “Comtesse d’Haussonville.”

Big Whistler portraits.

The Boucher Room.

The Carrere & Hastings architecture.

I loved it!!!

*unfinished*

Years ago at The Met

As an eighteen year old, I spent whole days there… and I still do, whenever I am in the city.

The Wrightsman Galleries.

The “Sevres Room” was really pretty with all the exquisite Martin Carlin furniture with the insets of Sevres porcelain plaques.  I seriously wondered why the French could so easily produce such elegant polychromed paneled walls when Filipinos, executing the same thing, would come up with an atrocious Christmas confection???  

I loved the classically mid 18th century “Varengeville Room.”  It was a room where you could easily imagine Jeanne Antoinette Poisson, the Marquise de Pompadour, with her coterie.  She was the the Great Love of Louis XV.

Suddenly, I remembered what I had read about Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy referring to Louis XV furniture as “Louie Cans.”   *laughs*

The beautiful portrait “Antoine Lavoisier and his wife” by Jacques Louis David.

At that time, I didn’t know of very rich oilman Charles Wrightsman and his scholarly wife Jayne Larkin Wrightsman and their fabled collections of French 18th century “tout le Louis.”  And their magnificent Stephane Boudin-decorated mansion on  # 05 North Ocean Boulevard in Palm Beach.  And their fabulous New Year’s Eve parties for the Kennedy Inner Circle with their usual dinner fare of “a pound of caviar, cold pompano salad, and quail on toast…” [ Sally Bedell-Smith, "Grace and Power:  The Private World of the Kennedy White House" ]  Also the times when precious French 18th century furniture was destroyed when the Kennedys played “touch football” in the Wrightsmans’ grand salon hung with magnificent Chinese 18th century Kangxi wallpaper.  That legendary manse was onced owned by the Wall Street magnate Harrison Williams and his fantastically gorgeous wife Mona Strader Schlesinger Bush Williams and decorated by Syrie Maugham.

All I thought at that time was that Mr. and Mrs. Wrightsman owned some very, very, very beautiful things…   :)    :)    :)      

The Linsky Galleries.

Lots and lots of gorgeous 18th century Meissen porcelain!!!

At that time, I didn’t know of Jack and Belle Linsky.

All I thought was that Mr. and Mrs. Linsky had some really pretty small things!!!

The Arthur Sackler Pavilion.  The “Temple of Dendur.”

I thought that the “Temple of Dendur” would be a monumental affair like “Abu Simbel”… but it was a small temple — and I mean s-m-a-l-l — ringed by palms elevated on a platform.  Call me uneducated, call me uncultured, but it actually looked like Fred and Wilma Flintstone’s house in suburban Bedrock… !!!   :P

The Robert Lehmann Wing.

Propped up on a big easel by the entrance to the Lehmann Wing was Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres’ gorgeously haunting “Princesse de Broglie.”

I have a thing for Ingres’ portraits, specially the women.

So I stood spellbound for minutes, probably half an hour, before the “Princesse de Broglie,” unconsciously imitating her pose, unmindful of the stares and snickers of the passing crowd at this Asian boy who was so struck by the long-dead lady in blue silk…

The Costume Institute.

The very chic “Man and the Horse” Exhibit.

I couldn’t believe my eyes… she was actually there… THE Diana Vreeland!!!

But where else in New York did you expect me to be???

*unfinished*

Why did Daddy scratch his head while on the phone?

We had finished dinner and I was on the floor playing with my new toys, “Star Wars” action figures…

“Beda, Pilar is on the phone.”  Tita Sis told my father.  He smiled, rose from his seat, and took the call on the phone in Tita Sis’ bedroom.  I followed him and resumed playing.

“O, ‘ling, Comusta?” [ "Oh, Darling, How are you?" ]  Daddy greeted Mummy.

“Masalese iya y Toto.  We’re having a good time.”  [ "Toto is well.  We're having a good time." ]  he reported. 

Daddy listened to what Mummy was saying… I looked up to him.  I was curious about what was happening back in Manila…

An increasing grimace…

He scratched his head furiously…

“He what???!!!”  Daddy barked.  I stood up, surprised that Daddy was surprised.

Well, it really was a Surprise!!!  But not really such a bad one!!!  Bwahahahahah!!!   :P    :P    :P

*unfinished*

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